Swoosh!
The second arrow came like lightning and hit the middle-aged scholar's chest with a frightening sound of flesh piercing. The place where the arrow disappeared was exactly the place where the first arrow broke through the indigo robe and soft armor!
The third arrow came at the same time and hit the opening that was gradually expanding. There was no longer any obstruction before the arrow tip and it pierced through the scholar's body!
No one knew how Ning Que managed to shoot three arrows in a row with the seemingly ordinary boxwood bow in a very short period of time. No one could figure out why this seemingly ordinary young soldier had such horrifying archery skills that he could shoot the same small area three times in a row!
The middle-aged scholar felt as if a hard and thick wooden stick had smashed into his chest, and he was forced to take two steps back. Then, he felt a slight heat in his chest, and that heat eventually turned into a scalding heat.
He looked down subconsciously and saw an arrow piercing through his chest. A small part of the arrow shaft and arrow feather were left outside his indigo robe. They were stained with blood and looked like a blooming red flower.
The middle-aged scholar stared at the wet red flower on his indigo robe in disbelief. His face was full of blood and water, showing a ridiculous and shocked expression.
He slowly fell onto the ground in the decayed leaves and mud.
Even a cultivator, even one who absorbed the Qi of Heaven and Earth into his body with the means of the Devil's Doctrine, would not be able to control his psyche after his heart was pierced through.
The invisible thread between heaven and earth suddenly broke the moment he fell onto the ground.
The blood-stained broken finger that had lost control could no longer threaten a Psyche Master, although the Psyche Master was extremely weak now.
Lyu Qingchen slightly raised his eyebrows and shook off the broken finger in front of him.
The broken finger brushed past his aged face and landed on the carriage behind the old man. With a few crisp puchi sounds, half of the carriage collapsed and turned into rubble.
The broken finger condensed a little bit of the Qi of Heaven and Earth that the middle-aged scholar had absorbed previously. Although he had lost control of his psyche, it could still cause such a terrible effect. If it weren't for the three arrows, the broken finger would have caused severe damage to the old man, and the assassination would have ended differently.
Those who had survived were all well aware of this point. The middle-aged scholar was naturally the one who understood the most. He painfully looked at the arrow in his chest and raised his head with difficulty. He wanted to see just what the archer looked like.
He had shot three lightning-fast arrows at the most critical moment. He had used his invincible archery to break through the intricate light armor. He had killed a Great Swordsman almost unbelievably. He had turned the tide and saved the Tang Empire's princess from danger … Was it time to enjoy the shock, gratitude, and even worship from the crowd?
Ning Que did not think so, and there was not a trace of a relieved smile on his face. He still held the boxwood bow in his hand tightly, with the arrow on the string pulled and aimed at the Great Sword Master sitting under the tree. However, his ears were listening to the slight sounds above the forest.
He was on guard.
"Xia Hou."
"Xia Hou!"
"Xia Hou …"
When the maidservant told him that the Great Sword Master should be Xia Hou's subordinate, and he had already admitted it, Ning Que had been silently repeating the name in his heart.
Xia Hou was not called Xia Hou.
His name was Xia Hou.
As one of the four most powerful Great Generals of the Tang Empire, this man's Kung Fu was domineering and unparalleled. He had outstanding military exploits, and his character was extremely brave and ruthless. He had been stationed in the Fierce Willow Camp with strict military law for many years and was famous for his arrogance and killing.
His original surname was Xia, but he did not allow his children to be named Xia. Instead, he changed his full name to their surnames, such as the eldest son Xia Hou Jing and the second son Xia Hou Wei, and so on. When a scholar in the imperial court raised a question, Xia Hou proudly replied, "I should create a surname that will be passed down for generations. I should be the ancestor, so my name should be the surname."
"It's for the Xiahou family."
…
…
General Xia Hou was a famous person, but Ning Que had been silently repeating his name in his heart. From the description to the shock and then to the faint disappointment and mockery, it was naturally not because of this.
Since he was four years old, this arrogant name, which seemed to be covered with blood, had been deeply hidden in his mind, and he had never forgotten it.
He had never seen Xia Hou.
But he knew Xia Hou's likes and dislikes, knew who Xia Hou's favorite concubine was, knew why Xia Hou cooked that concubine to death, knew that Xia Hou ate three catties of the fattest mutton every meal, and even knew when Xia Hou went to the toilet every day.
He believed that he was the one who knew this famous general of the Tang Empire best in the world, because he believed that no one in the world wanted to kill this famous general more than he did.
The general's rough and overbearing appearance hid a cold, sharp, and intelligent heart. It was a fact that he was cold, cruel, and fond of killing, but this person would only ever believe in his own hands. Therefore, he would never place all of his ambitions to assassinate the princess in the hands of the middle-aged scholar, who was obviously not a direct descendant of the Great Sword Master.
That person would definitely send his most loyal men to watch the assassination and observe the development of the situation. He might even jump out at some critical moment to end everything.
In Ning Que's view, this was the best moment.
Half of the carriage had collapsed, and the other half was intact. A little boy with a face full of dust poked his head out, crying. The pretty maidservant nervously lifted her skirt and ran to him.
Ning Que's right hand stretched out like lightning and threw her heavily to the ground.
The twigs above their heads were broken into pieces, making a cracking sound, blurring people's eyes. Among the debris, two masked men in black appeared and threw two metal balls down. At the same time, they pulled out their long swords from their sheaths, and the coldness was piercing to the bone!
The two metal balls were painted with red spots. They were kerosene bombs, which were only used in a small number by the Tang Empire's border army elites. Their burning power was extremely terrifying.
Ning Que had been in the military camp at the frontier fortress all year round, so he was naturally familiar with them. He threw away his bow and arrow as fast as he could and reached for the hilt on his back with both hands at the same time. He shouted, "Umbrella!"
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